Home Means Nevada, part 3.

So, my beloved state of Nevada is experiencing a pretty intense financial crisis, like pretty much everyone these days. However, some brilliant folks are thinking up some new ways to increase revenue. I'm too lazy to summarize, so just read this. Personally, I think taxing prostitution is a pretty sweet idea. Our lipless, psychotic governor disagrees. Hell, he doesn't even think prostitution should be legal. Eh. What does he know.

On a sort of unrelated note, Vince the ShamWow/SlapChop guy, has been arrested for felony battery after an altercation with a prostitute in his ritzy hotel. The Smoking Gun is more eloquent than I am. Check out his mugshot! He looks like a white, very un-sexy Benicio del Toro.

This was almost as good as the biker brawl in the Sydney airport last week.

Home Means Nevada, part 2.

My time in Reno is gradually drawing to a close. Presumably. As my departure draws nearer, I'm getting more and more anxious about leaving and noticing things that make Reno really special to me. Who knew that I could be scared of missing Reno?

Why is it that Nevada is the only place, that I'm aware of, where you can get all-you-can-eat sushi? What's more, in Reno we've got to have at least 10 or 15 places to get it. I don't even like sushi, but I like the idea of all-you-can-eat sushi. It's like taking a really classy food and making it fit into the Reno idiom of trash and vice and gluttony.

In Nevada, you can buy hard liquor at the supermarket. It never occurred to me that you couldn't do this in other places.

We have an intersection of streets called Colbert Drive and Patriot Boulevard.

Not only do we have brothels just outside of town, some of them have tours!

I don't want to move away from all this sin. What if I accidentally move to North Carolina or Texas? Shit guys, this is scary!

Hooker update:

The other night I was at the Chapel with my dear friend Frankie, and after a few pints of PBR I asked him whether or not our mutual friend whom I often see with nasty old dudes at the bar is a hooker. He says she is not, but I'm not sure I believe him. Nonetheless, I'm disappointed. I wanted to know a hooker. I live in Nevada; there are prostitutes everywhere! And yet I don't know any. Just sluts, junkies and alcoholics.

mystical love radiation

The Chapel is one of my favorite bars. It's a really charming combination of dive bar and hipster hangout. The last couple of times I've been there, I've run into a chick I went to high school with. And... I'm pretty sure she's a hooker now. I asked her what she's been doing the past few years and she responded, "Drinking! I hate school!" I can't think of an intelligent way to comment on this. I don't really have an issue with prostitution (as long it it's voluntary...and that's a complicated issue that I won't get into right now) but I never really expected to know an actual hooker. I sort of think it's awesome? I hope she really is a hooker and I'm not just making shit up, like I usually am.

In like sin.

I suppose this is one of those obligatory 'year in review' type posts. Here goes.

My major accomplishments for the year:

- Dated one of my teachers.

- Dated/ing someone who shares part of my name.

- Slept all night in a bar. More importantly, woke up naked in a bar.

- Drank a lot, but did not puke a lot.

Yes, these all have mostly to do with booze and sex and the immoral (awesome?) life i lead and ignore accomplishments that are probably more important. Oh well, these are just the things that were sticking in my mind today. 

Also: a quote from Dinosaur Comics: "Um, I'm thinking...that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell?"

I think I've done a lot to overcome this. Hence my list. Think about it.

Home means Nevada

Happy Halloween/Nevada Day!

Nevada Day is the greatest holiday in the world because it means we get the day off of school (and work, depending where you work) but we still get mail. And it's an extra day for Halloween shenanigans and, in my case, eating breakfast with near strangers at Super Burrito after sleeping at a strange house with four cats in it and then getting stranded downtown at about 1 pm in your Halloween costume and having to call your roommate for a ride. On top of bars open 24/7, the abundance of strip clubs and porno theatres and the ability to buy hard liquor and play slot machines in the grocery store, it is one of the best things about Nevada.